Coming to a halt
Strategies acknowledged
They disappear…

Although everything else failed, This moment is as good
As it ever was…

Each morning,
As I sit down to write
I act as if the fabric
Of reality could bend.

The gate-less gate
Where the finite
Meets the infinite,
Is the doorway
To the pure
Inexplicable Domain.

Waste a day with me
Waste two, waste three,
By going nowhere,
Maybe we could
Carve an opening…

Beauty comes from bowing to the naked moment, before you can say a thing. This empty page needs your faithful attention, otherwise these words become untrue.

“The true expression of freedom arises where freedom is nowhere to be found.”

“The world is naked, Stripped even of itself.
If this is true, what’s left?”